Hark to the minstrel monarch's lifted voice,
Down the long ages borne to distant ears,
" Jehovah reigneth, let the earth rejoice! "
And quelled forever be our rising fears.

God reigns! our land, of every land the best,
Has long been darkened by the cloud of war;
And on the shore of public peace and joy
Break the huge billows with tumultuous roar.

Yet high o'er every surge the mighty God,
Throned as of old, doth still the sceptre wield:
He parts the crimson waves with lifted rod,
And lo! the long-sought Canaan stands revealed.

But in our joy, as we beheld the dawn
Of the bright era when fair Peace shall reign,
The bold assassin turned our night to morn,
And sorrow wraps our war-cursed land again.

Why is it thus? we ask, but ask in vain:
Enough, that high o'er earth and earthly things
The Lord our God, our Father , still doth reign;
Still is he Lord of lords, and King of kings.

In him we'll trust whatever may befall,
Assured that love and wisdom cannot err:
No strange event shall our strong souls appall,
For God at last must be the conqueror.

Yes, Wrong shall die, and Truth supreme shall reign;
And we who toil in this divine reform
Are not on board the temperance ship in vain,
But safe shall outride each impending storm;

And see the drunkard rescued from his woe,
The wine-cup banished from the social band,
The paths made pure where youthful steps must go,
And all intemperance banished from the land.

Strong be our faith in this, — that, while we toil,
God watches o'er us to reward our pains:
Seed sown in tears shall spring forth from the soil,
And give us golden harvests; for God reigns!